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THE SACRIFICE
WE could hear Evelyn crying and raving and Jon's voice, deep and kind and persuading. Up and down, up and down. It had an effect upon Dave. At first he just looked at me—not through me—with his face between his hands. That was wonderful, too—to see a son of yours who has only laughed, so far, with his first wo in his young face. At last, with a sigh, his eyes left me and saw nothing. But I noticed a slow change in him. His eyes grew wide, his nostrils stiffened, he drew his breath between his teeth. He was at the open window hearing what Jon and Evelyn were saying. For, even I, considerably further away, could hear a good deal of it, but not enough to make sense—which
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